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A Haughty Nation

Haughty Nation “They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods where people of this tolerant nation go hunting. They came here the people from afar to seek work but are usually met with contempt and mistrust. They came in the hope of getting a share in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea. Now, instead of being unassuming, they became reactionaries giving pompous advice to less fortunate countries. “They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic nation, that due to undeserved riches has lost contact with reality and a kind- heart- ness.

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